So… what about the rest? What about the 99%? It turns out that sperm aren’t so much like a bunch of individual runners or swimmers, but more like ...n army or a football team. The offensive players are the tackles and fullbacks in the Big Game going on inside the female’s reproductive tract. They don’t ever even try to race to the egg because their job is to hunt, tackle and kill sperm.What sperm are they trying to kill? Not other sperm from the same male, that would be “friendly fire,” and it. She mock kicked him. "Each other's feet, youpervert!" Hey, you're the one that couldn't wait to get me out of my underwear,"he said sarcastically playful as he took one of her feet in his hands."And you didn't hesitate to get into my panties," she snapped back,equally playful, as she took one of his feet."You're just jealous I make them look this hot," he quipped, trying tokeep a straight face, and absolutely failing to do so. April had beenlooking down at their legs and looked up just enough. “It may have escaped your notice that the Church is modernising, and we are taking a much stronger interest in what really goes on in the Parish, which is also why I am here; also, why I was out last night with the street girls. It seems to me that-” Fay cut her off in mid-sentence. “So it was you last night giving free seconds. Half my men couldn’t perform today, thanks to you. That might be another month that I don’t get pregnant.” Whilst this row continued outside, Chris got off the bed, and. “Yes Sir.” “Good girl. But in this room my title is now Master. You will not use Sir again, is that clear?” “Yes … Master,” she said, almost making the obvious mistake. “Good. Now we both know why you have come here don’t we?” He spoke, still circling her slowly, yet not looking at her. “Yes, we do, Master,” she said, knowingly. “You are here because you are a dirty slut and you desire to be used as a dirty slut. Your husband, though loyal, fails to tend to your need, does he not? You have.